Poetry | The Older Touches by Bibhu Padhi

There are times when I remember / all of them fondly enough for them / to be here once more, all around / this house, which is far away from / where they were around, and at this hour, / far away again from my childhood fears. / Now I can just think of them. And / what is thinking except the mind’s / imaginings, the heart speaking to itself / in the darkness of default, fearing alien / ears, the world’s participation in the shame / of being touched in front of others? [...]

Spotlight IV: Penned in the Margins

The London Magazine has long been a champion of emerging writers and independent publishers, stretching back to the 1950s and 60s, when young writers...

This Dark Art by Neil Burns

This Dark ArtIf you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow, and which will not. Speak. - Macbeth, Act 1...

The Grandfather by Manash Bhattacharjee

To Steven O’ BrienGrandfather Heaney dug deep Into his country’s soil Another man unlike him left home To burrow through an alien forest In search of enemiesThe alien...

Snowbound by Michael O’Neill

SnowboundCarriages lit and still between the drifts ... With each flake it took on a new form, the city they seemed exiled from --- almost a sad,...

October by Lydia Towsey

OctoberPizza bruschetta gold dress Rioja Autumn is here and Winter forgotten Walking through town arm in arm with a lover Moon in the sky and leaves good...

I Don’t Live in a Mountainous Country by Talin Tahajian

We look up, & beyond the maple trees & the brick steeples with weathervane roosters, clouds billow as sleeping monsters. Not the sort of billowingthat clouds...

Poetry | Under the Loquat by Peter Anderson

He had that majority under the loquat, rain falling like a god in gold, the breakthrough sun, and the spin on things, tar growing a fur. Loitered...

Four Watercolours by Sudeep Sen

The London Magazine has been celebrating the life of our former editor, Alan Ross. An important figure in the literary world, Alan was known...

Poetry | Translated Love Letters by Andrew McMillan

from Norwegian / oh love, doesn't the fact that the world is so big, / laid out like ripe fruit / make you want to stay? / from Arabic / how I long to cleanse you / in the waters of the Tigris / how I long, as though you were a small and / priceless artefact, / to take you in my arms / from Ant-speak / I will carry you carry you / through legions of grass / protect you from the thumb, / the sole; the eager-feathered bird / will not swoop for you / from American / love is just love, and I'm in it / for the ride, o.k.? that tells me just exactly

Questions Concerning Aristotle’s Tomb by Manash Bhattacharjee

An archaeologist in Greece unearths Aristotle’s Tomb; others dispute the evidence. If Aristotle’s ideas are consulted, the archaeologist Needs to prove, the tomb’s where he claims it, Not...

Green by Chris Woods

   My Kodak Brownie didn’t work but I have a picture of the green dress. The film was black and white, my memory is colour.We’d eaten our lunch...

Partita, 1968 by Hannah Lowe

Partita, 1968When the tabla and double bass are really moving the raga in full swing I think of when I used to run for hours, for...

The First Time They Lowered The Flags by Peter Ainsworth

The first time they lowered the flags The President bowed his head.The next time they placed flowers To mourn the dead.The time after that they held A...

Review | Xeixa: Fourteen Catalan Poets

Xeixa: Fourteen Catalan Poets Tupelo Press, 2018, edited by Marlon L. Fick and Francisca Esteve The news in recent months has been splashed with images of...

Men by Belinda Rule

I only like imaginary men, the ones who think my art is the most transporting thing they have ever seen, and I am exactly as hilarious as I actually, actually am.Even then,...

Stripping Gaza by Manash Bhattacharjee

For Najwan DarwishA lucky three-year-old Is Saher* Abu NamousIf Gaza didn’t explode The world would have Known nothing of himNow he is all in reports One among the...

Review | The Triumph of Cancer by Chris McCabe

The scientific language used by doctors to describe cancer—the uncontrollable growth of a single cell—is often mystifying and alienating. Can the experience of cancer...

Playing Safe | Hugo Williams

I liked not liking you much. I liked playing safe. Not being bowled over by you was part of the thrill. At the King’s Palace Hotel you couldn’t...

Caries by Fiona Sampson

Little hole little well of dark staining the lacquer of my tooth little confessor coming close and coming closewhy are you pursuing me interrogator of the nerve in its...

Poetry | Trapeze by Layla Benitez-James

Layla Benitez-JamesTrapeze A rabbit might be taken away from a butcher by two different people and prepared separately; I mean, the structural integrity of my...

Five Years Ago by Manash Bhattacharjee

                        To Fady JoudahI was waiting at the platform For a train to Calcutta In...

Spotlight II: Dostoyevsky Wannabe

The London Magazine has long been a champion of emerging writers and independent publishers, stretching back to the 1950s and 60s, when young writers...

For Calcutta by Manash Bhattacharjee

As I leave for Calcutta I think the city Always that other city Its river Ganga Always my other river Howrah Bridge What a colonial cradle A Raj suspended Kipling's imperial joy Hoogly...

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